sacrifice for the moon skin woman

Speaks, proisacally.
Thinks, ortodoxically.
Moves, expressionlessly.
You would expect that she changes her skin with the high and low tides.
But steadily as she speaks, thinks and moves;
the moon skin woman will not undergo any metamorphosis,
unless you would immolate yourself in a dirty cerimony of hysteria.

Soundtrack: Peeping Tom